He walks this cement paved street
His head hangs low
And he drags his feet
His movements always slow
People whisper as he passes by
"What happened to him? He used to be just fine"
But what he used to be was all a lie
His life was malign
Everyday was a battle
His entire life was a war
His head always filled with a high pitched brattle
Happiness is what he cired out for
"Gran daddy is he sad?"
The childs grandfather watched in pity
"Maybe but mostly hes tired of fighting...poor young lad"
But he kept on walking ignoring the stares that were enough to form a commitee
He was like a boxer in a ring
Hes unbeatable yet unable to win
But this wasnt a boxing match it was his life... the real thing
Life treated him like a mortal sin
Suddenly the whispers went dead
But in his mind they were growing
and it filled him with dread
He was at breaking point and he was unknowing
When the voices got too loud he fell to the floor
He reached up and held his head
Was this the end of his war?
He was exhausted so he lay there and bled
By morning the whispers started up again
"They found him today but no one knows how he died"
The police hovered over him
They remebered his mother killing herself and how much he cried
From then on is when his world became grim
Every corner he turned was another pain
His life was dim
Full of anger, suffering, and nothing sane
So he finally gave in
and he paid the cost
Because he realized that when fighting the world he could never win
So he finally lost
Author notes
I chose lpromt #7 about the picture at the top 
A contest entry
- I'm new to AP!!! This is my 1st contest!!! by roninwort.
3000 points, ended January 7, 43 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
so...what do u think???? :)
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Sad. Yet very well written.
It's hard to fight the world.
You depicted that well.
Nice write.
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i love thr story you take the reader on
well deserved bronze
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Beautiful
This reminded me of a man I used to see as teenager, walking up and down the streets. He always wore long heavy coat, regardless how hot. I always felt a sympathy for him, inside of me. He seemed so sad. Thank you for the memories.
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Beautiful
I loved it. It was hard not to read. You did a great job with the imagery. Unique write. Thanks for being different. -
I find this a very powerful write and unfortuately all too often a fact of life. "He was like a boxer in a ring - he's unbeatable, yet unable to win"; these two lines say it all so well.
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I really liked this write. You did an excellent job pulling the reader in. I think the ending...was kind of quick. It feels like you wanted to add something, but decided not to.
Maybe I'm wrong.
Thanks for entering and best of luck.
Write on.
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Wow this is really good
I liked the end
Thanks for your comment
[Katee]
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Wonderful write, I was drawn in from the start.
I really love these lines
He was like a boxer in a ring
Hes unbeatable yet unable to win.
Well done.
Good luck in the contest.
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Wow. I salute you for an amazing story poem. I was so drawn into the tale you wove that when it ended i was a little confused. Great job on this very moving poem that i can relate to very easily. Thank you for the entry and good luck.
Ronin
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